Here comes trouble, here comes trouble
Washed up with the tide
You'd better run
Oh, you'd better hide
Here comes trouble, here comes trouble
52 yards wide
You'd better hope
Oh, he walks on by

When I see him walking down the street
I put on my sunglasses so our eyes won't meet
When I see him walking down the street
I say, here comes trouble, here comes trouble

Here comes trouble, here comes trouble
Pickled in his brine
You'd better take that as a sign
Here comes trouble, here comes trouble
Swaying to and fro
You'd better leave
Oh, you'd better go

He'll tell you things that sound sincere
Just cause they're what you want to hear

Here comes trouble, here comes trouble
Creeping round the bend
You'd better find
Ooh, another friend